Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1887-05-26
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win. with a snap Of her black eye
across the breakfast table; FITS ,
great trial TO my feelings"
What ?" asked the doctor, absent
ly.
'Dr. T:evin," vociferated that lady
''you don't mean to tell me that yor
haven't heard a word of all I've beer
saying
A little anxious smile fitted acros,
the doctors countenance.
Il think, my love, said he, "you
! asEsra .rs7kias ~ -AlisA paha-ab Bifh.
err"
Il should say 1 was" responded
his wife, with spice of grim pleasan.
try in her tones. II told you that
when called on her yesterday with
a subscription paper for the Hewstts,
who, if you will remember, were
burned out last month and are in very
straitened circumstances, she refused
to put her name down for cent.
She's money enough to buy out the
whole of us, Deborah Bither has,
and no chick or child to take it
when she's gone. And I think it
would stand her hand to make a
righteous disposal of some of it while
she can; shouldn't you ?"
DR.. Trewin maintained a discreet
silence. He swallowed his coffee and
left the table; and presently his wife
viewed his departing figure through
the elms as he took his way towards
the village office.
Hes the strangest man." said she
when she had brought her work bask-
ct to the breezy keeping room win
dow; "a body never can tell what he
does or he doesn't think. But I'm
sure he can but see that Deborah
Bither is the closest fsted old maid
that ever lived"
Her gaze wandered out through the |
window. and up to the great red brick !
house on the hill. There were broad |
acres on all sides of it, uplands and |
orchards, just now giving promise of
/, -i--t Lc"-ast Tt w1s. the t
inest estate i'll the country, and Miss |
Deborah Bither was the mistress Of it
all.
THE earth is the Lords and the
fullness thereof" murmured Mrs. Tre- /
win, breaking her thread with a jerk. /
Deborah Bither ought TO remember
that. 1t goes against my grain to see
anybody so stingy."
She sewed steadily for an hour, and |
then, folding away her work, she put |
on her bonnet and shawl
"I'll go down and see how Mrs.
Hewett is getting on, she said. "She |
needs sympathy and help, ifever any
body did"
She walked rapidly down the street |
until she reached the little low house |
into which the Hewetts had moved |
with the remnant Of their household
goods that they had saved from the
flames. Through an open window
sounded the busy hum of "a sewing ma
chine, which ceased as she entered the
door, and Mrs. Hewett came forward
to greet her.
And how are you getting along ?"
asked Mrs. Trewin, settling her portly
form in a rocking chair.
"Oh, nicely now, thank you," was
the quick response.
II was out with a subscription pa
per for you yesterday" continued
Mrs. Trewin. HAS Deacon Gregory
brought it in YETI
Moo" hesitated Mrs. Hewett. A
look in which perplexity and pain
were mingled crossed her face. II
am sorry to have given so much trou-
bic; l think We shall be able TO get
along now. Oh, Mrs. Trewin," her
voice trembled beneath a weight of
tears, don't think me ungrateful, but,
indeed, II cannot bear to be a beg
gar"
Tut, TUT exclaimed the doctors
wife. ITO my mind it should be a
duty and privilege to help a neigh
Dor who has been unfortunate; and
everybody seems to feel it so, ex-
cept"-she stopped with shrug, and
a grim closing of her lips, thinking of
the red brick house on the hill, and of
its owner.
Il am sure We shall get along now"
reiterated Mrs. Hewett, hopefully.
apparently without noticing the break
in her visitors remark.
wish you may, truly" answered
Mrs. Trewin. She looked an interro.
CATION point at the bright. new sew-
ing machine by the window, with the
heap Of unmade clothing near it. Mrs.
Hewett saw the glance, and answered